Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

Maia would always remain Wraen's baby sister, even if this sibling was to tower over her or have white hairs and arthritic joints at the end of her life. For this reason she listened to the story with a serious expression of a parent and at that "prince" and "princess" part her brow furrowed, because she had misunderstood the sentence slightly. And recalling the last guy, who had been hitting on her on the coast, she had hard time imagining this fellow Maia was so dreamy about looking like anything else. Funny, really, what a big role does the image play - insert the brutish and lecherous Stormy Boy - the tale is beyond creepy. Think of someone shy - as Eljay, for example - and it's the traditional young love - harmless and cute. 

She decided to go for the latter, believing that Maia had enough common sense not to get entangled with the wrong company. Still... "I am going to salt the pot and ask you - did mom give you The Talk? Or you were already over the hills and far away to listen, why girls and boys are different and what happens during a mad week in spring?" she asked, half-serious, half-grinning and arched an eyebrow, waiting for Maia's response. She realized that she had shattered the romantic tale with all too realistic and practical matters, but - hey - Wraen had some older siblingly duties to fulfil.